Name: Lenux Corbalt

Race: Human

Age: 34

Height: 5'9

Weight: 168

Eye Color: Black

Hair Color: Appears grey due to being dyed. Naturally it is black.

Element: Shadow

Physical Description: A man of rather good looks and deep black eyes, seemingly void of emotion. His whole "dark" demeanor matches his eyes, with pure black upper and lower leg leather armor, stretching over his brown boots. His many deep gashes and scars are on of his most notable feature along with the short gray hair he sports, despite being young. His build is slim, yet somewhat muscular, which helps him achieve an agility that most other humans can not.

Personality: Lenux Corbalt is the poster-child for the words secretive and untrusting. His rude and in your face persona will have your blood boiling in a minute. He is quite the pessimist and will be quick to tell you how horribly your idea will fall through the hole. Other then that, he remains a quiet soul and prefers to keep his gentle side unrevealed to the public eye. Lenux the "Traitor" Corbalt, as he is often called is a sly and often times untrustworthy companion, but every so often his honorable side shows, especially when it comes to saving the innocent and forsaken.

Class: Knight

Level: lvl 1

Equipment:
Weapon-Broadsword
Head Armor- None
Body Armor-Leather Breastplate
Hand Armor-Leather Gloves
Leg Armor-Leather Boots

Gold- 3,000

Skills-Brave Slash

Background-"I am Lenux Corbalt...Lenux "Traitor" Corbalt. My name is known and hated far through out the region of Avalon as the most un-honorable, hated, and untrustworthy of knights." *sighs*" Excuse me, perhaps I am getting too ahead of myself. Shall I start from the beginning? Yes, the glorious and peaceful beginning of my life, my birth in the middle of the bustling Tharkas City marketplace. Quite a funny place to be born in, don't you think? Imagine a crowd of noisy, eye gawking strangers...all of them being your first image of the world. Quite ironic, considering how much I hate to be in public. How much I hate being broadcasted to the world. Either way, my story obviously doesn’t end there, though sometimes I wish it had."

"My destiny, as many other young men who have and are still being born during this war, has been to the blade. Not the writing and traveling that I had always dreamed and invested my boy hood fantasies into. No, only the broadsword and shield were my talents. My only means to express myself on this god forsaken land. I hated it with every fiber of my being and every beat of my heart, from training as a young lad of 7 to my current age and state. Still, I did not go against the wishes of my father and my many cohorts, nor did I try to resist the strong temptations to be a common brother in the 8th Knighthood Army. After all, who wants to feel left out?"

"So there I went off, only to find myself at the dreaded and besieged checkpoint fortress, under the command of General Asura who had taken over the position of our deceased captain. At the time, I felt Asura was no better then if our dead captain had been guiding us. Slowly my faith began to wane in our army’s ability to survive. Night after night I constantly dreamed of dieing....being plunged into the sword of some faceless ork who cared nothing for my life and lives of others. It drove me to madness and I knew then...I knew...that I would have to escape this place or else. 'But what then?’ Wouldn't the orks just find me and use me as their tool of torture?' So quickly I threw together a plan. It would of been simple had I not been caught. I would escape the fortress, steal away into the night and then inform the orks of our current position in trade for free passage away from the area! It would be perfect and I could escape the madness...the madness of war..."

"So I did just that, slowly attempting to climb over the fortress wall, with my armor still intact of course. But someone spotted me and I knew then I would have to act fast. This would become a decision I would regret my entire life...I killed that soldier. It seemed so easy then, just to cut through the flesh in his neck before he could ask any questions or alert anyone. My blood started to rush even more now and sweat was pouring from my forehead like a river. I had become more paranoid and my vision was beginning to blur. It had been 20 minutes...maybe 30...I don't even remember, but I do know I had passed out somewhere in the woods. Finally I awoke to a dark voice...I feared it was orks, but to my luck or perhaps not to my luck, it was soldier from the 3rd Army."

"The man pulled me up without haste and dragged my weak body to the fortress. There I was to stand on trial before a group of solders and there I would be convicted after giving up the cold and bitter truth of my plans. My punishment would be a severe flogging and a discharge from the army forever. I was cast into the dry unforgiving lands (Note: I was sent in the opposite directions of the ork army as not to give away secrets.) and there I remained as a hermit for nearly 6 months, working shadowy energies out of boredom. Though I was quite content with being alone, I felt a need to go back to where I had lived before. Maybe back into my mother arms, who I hoped was still alive and well. I still lusted for a purpose inside my heart and so I trekked back to the fields of Avalon to re-new my name and honor. This of course won't be an easy thing to do..."

Not bad, not bad. Congrats on making it through registration! Welcome to Dark Isles!

Since you're a Knight, you begin in Avalon, the continent that was swallowed by the dark legions 2 years ago. ^_^